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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Victims to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
The Doors,
Brick,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.