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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.