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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
ABC,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.