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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.