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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
The Sound,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.