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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.