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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.