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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
MDC,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Magma,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.