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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.