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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Fear,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.