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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.