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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.