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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.