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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.