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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Index,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.