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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.