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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.