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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.