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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.