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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill 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 punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.