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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 808 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.