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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.