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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.