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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.