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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.