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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 the Slits to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.