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 Brazil 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.