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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
10cc,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.