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 East Timor 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.