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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.