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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Visage,
Monks,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.