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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.