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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.