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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Barracudas to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.