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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.