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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.