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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.