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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.