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 Portugal 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Smog,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.