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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.