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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
cv313,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.