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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.