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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.