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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.