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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.