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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Can,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.