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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.