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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
DNA,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.