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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.