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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.