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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.