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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Visage,
Can,
Rakim,
Crime,
Symarip,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.