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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.