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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.