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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.