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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.