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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.