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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.