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 Laos 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.