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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.