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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.