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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.