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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.