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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Fear,
Q65,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.