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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.