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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.