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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.