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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.