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 India and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.