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 Namibia and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 organ 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
the Human League,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Fear,
Franke,
Chrome,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.