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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.