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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.