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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.