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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.