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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.