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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liliput 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.