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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.