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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.