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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.