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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.