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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
cv313,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.