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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Cymande,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.