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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.