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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.