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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
cv313,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.