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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.