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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.