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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
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.