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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.