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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.