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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.