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 Angola and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.