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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 808 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.