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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.