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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.