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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.