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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.