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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.