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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Monks,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.