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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Associates to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.