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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.