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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.