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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.