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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Nico,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.