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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.