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 Syria 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.