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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
ABC,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.