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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.