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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.