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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
New Order,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.