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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
June Days,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.