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 Swaziland 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 Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.