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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Suicide,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.