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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.