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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.