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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Ludus to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.