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 South Africa 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.