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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Seeds to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.