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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.