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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Erasure,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.