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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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.