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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 organ 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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.