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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.