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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.