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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.