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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.