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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Television,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.