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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
the Slits,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.