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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.