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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.