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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.