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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.