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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.