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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.