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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.