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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.