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 Grenada and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.