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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.