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 China 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Pylon 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Quantec,
ABC,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.