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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.