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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Index to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.