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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.