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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Technova,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.