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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
10cc,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.