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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.