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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.