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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown 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?
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.