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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Wire,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.