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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.