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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.