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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.