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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.