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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The Move,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.