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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Magma,
DNA,
Monks,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.