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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.