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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.