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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.