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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.