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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.