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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.