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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.