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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.