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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.