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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.