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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.