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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wire 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.