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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Pole,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.