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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.