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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.