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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Scion,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.