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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.