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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.