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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.