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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Technova,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Japan,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.