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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.