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 Mali and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.