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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.