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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.