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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.