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 Belize and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Ronan,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.