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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Nas,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.