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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.