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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Pylon to the punk 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.