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 South Africa 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.