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 Burundi 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.