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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.