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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
JFA,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.