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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
The Names,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.