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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.