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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.