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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.