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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Technova,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Television,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.