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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.