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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.