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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.