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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Wings,
Television,
Nico,
June Days,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.