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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.