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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.