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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.