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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.