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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swans to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.