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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.