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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Ludus,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.