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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.