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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.