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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.