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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Goldenarms 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.