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 Nepal and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.