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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Trojans to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.