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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.