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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Severed Heads 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.