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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.