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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.