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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Erasure,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.