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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
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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.