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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.