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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.