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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.