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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.