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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.