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 Egypt 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.