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 Bahamas 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.