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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.