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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.