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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.