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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.