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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.