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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.