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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slits to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.