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 Russia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.