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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.