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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.