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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.