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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.