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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Ossler,
10cc,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.