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 Palau and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Hoover to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The Index,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.