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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
The Remains,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.