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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.