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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.