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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.