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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.