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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.