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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Nico,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.