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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.