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 Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Sparks,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Slave,
World's Most,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Smog,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.