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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.