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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 güiro 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.