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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.