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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.