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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.