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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.