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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.