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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.