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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Index,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.