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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.