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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.