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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.