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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.