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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.