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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Human League 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Visage,
the Association,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.