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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Ice-T,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.