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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the grunge 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.