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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.