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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.