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 London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.