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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.