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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Swans,
The Victims,
Mars,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.