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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
MDC,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.