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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.