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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.