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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.