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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 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 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.