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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
The Motions,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
The Standells,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.