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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Magma,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
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.