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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.