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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.