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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Index,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.