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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
ABC,
The Names,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Index,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.