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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.