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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.