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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.