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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.