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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.