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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Television,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.