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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.