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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.