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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Television,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.