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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.