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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
the Association,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.