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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.