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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.