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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wire to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.