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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Neu!,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.