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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.