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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.