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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.