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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Chrome,
Wire,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.