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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.