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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Yaz to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
X-102,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.