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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.