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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.