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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.