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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.