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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.