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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Excepter,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.