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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
X-101,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.