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 States and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.