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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.