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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.