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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Brick,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Motorama,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.