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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Bremen and Bremen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.