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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.