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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.