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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.