Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.