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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.