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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.