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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.