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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and an organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Television,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.