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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.