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 Austria and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Fuzztones to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Can,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
10cc,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.