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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.