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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.