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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 DNA 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.