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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.