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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 Toronto and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.