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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.