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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.