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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.