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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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.