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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.