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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.