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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.