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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.