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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.