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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.