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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.