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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.