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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.