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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Organ,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.