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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
CMW,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Pole,
Rakim,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.