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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Whodini,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.