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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
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.