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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Smog,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.