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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.