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 Eritrea 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.