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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Monks,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.