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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip 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?
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.