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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.