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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.