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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.