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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Pole,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.