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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.