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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Roxette,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Index,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.