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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Skarface,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.