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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Magma,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
The Residents,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.