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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.