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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.