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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.