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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.