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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.