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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.