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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Human League to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.