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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Japan,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.