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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.