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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.