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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.