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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
The Remains,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.