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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.