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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.