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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Nico,
Pantytec,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.