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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.