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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Unwound to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Chrome,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.