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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.