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 Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Magazine,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
10cc,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.