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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Visage,
The Litter,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.