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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.