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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.