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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Erasure,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.