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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.