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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.