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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.