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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Smog,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Chrome,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.