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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.