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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Slave,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.