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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chrome 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.