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 Georgia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.