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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.