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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.