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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.