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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
The Names,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.