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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Wire,
Magma,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.