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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.