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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola 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 crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.