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 Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.