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 Liechtenstein 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.