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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.