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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.