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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.