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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Popol Vuh 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
X-101,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.