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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 PIL to the punk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.