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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.