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 Azerbaijan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.