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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.