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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.