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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.