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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.