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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Visage,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.