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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.