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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman 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?
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.