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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.