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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Flipper,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.