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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.