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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.