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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.