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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Wire 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.