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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
CMW,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.