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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.