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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.