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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.