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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Can,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.