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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.