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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Christs to the techno 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
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.