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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.