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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.