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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.