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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Q65,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Lyres,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.