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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Saints to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
UT,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.