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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
The Names,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
The Slits,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.