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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.