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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.