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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.