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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.