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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.