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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.