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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.