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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Wire,
Unwound,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.