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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.