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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.