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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.