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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Wire,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
ABC,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.