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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.