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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Newcleus to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.