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 and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.