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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.