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 Iraq 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.