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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.