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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.