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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.