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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.