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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.