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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.