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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.