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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Television,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.