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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.