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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.