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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.