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 Bangladesh 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.