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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.