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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slave to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.