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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.