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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Excepter,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.