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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Fear,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.