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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.