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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.