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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
JFA,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.