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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.