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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
June Days,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.