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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.