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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.