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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.