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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.