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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.