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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.