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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
June Days,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.