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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.