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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Neu!,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.