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 Moldova and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.