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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.