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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.