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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.