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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
cv313,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.