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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
The Evens,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
AZ,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.