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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Saints to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.