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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sparks 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.