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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.