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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.