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 Portugal 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.