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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.