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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.