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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.