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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.