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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
The Move,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.