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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.