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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.