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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.