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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.