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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.