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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Faust,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.