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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Wings,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.