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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.