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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.