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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.