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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.