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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Gong,
Nico,
This Heat,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.