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 Jordan and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.