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 Argentina 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Brick,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.