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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.