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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Technova,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.