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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.