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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.