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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.